.Poems praising the motherland - Motherland, my dear motherland
Motherland, my dear motherland, I am you. The dilapidated old waterwheel on the riverside has been spinning for hundreds of years. The tired song, I am the blackened miner's lamp on your forehead, shining on you as you snail and grope in the tunnel of history. I am the withered rice ears; I am the roadbed in disrepair, I am the barge on the silt, and I am the rope that is deeply inserted into your shoulders - — Motherland! I am poverty, I am sorrow, I am the painful hope of your ancestors for generations, I am the flower on the sleeves of "Flying Sky" that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years - the motherland, I am your new ideal, just broke free from the cobweb of myth, I am you The germ of ancient lotus under the snow, I am your laughing nest with tears, I am the newly painted snow-white starting line, the crimson dawn is gushing out - Motherland, I am one billionth of you, you are 9.6 million The sum of the squares, you fed the confused me with your scarred breasts, the thoughtful me, the boiling me, then I will get your richness, your glory, your freedom from my flesh and blood - Motherland, my dear Motherland